[Chorus: singers]Say, Say, Say what you wantBut we don't give a fuck about youSay, Say, Say what you wantBut we don't give a fuck about you

[Prodigal Sunn]Chemistry black soul, old gold complexionI hold the future lessons, blessings, shoot you with the weapon step inWith the shilla God, the impression is hardCrimes on the boulevard, that shit is small like lardBaby girl tried to whisper in my ear some jewelsShe said the wise man's swifter, plays a part of a foolI learned that in Allah's school of gratitudeBad attitudes we leave black and blueThe project news, Sunz of Man new and improved16 cuts on your cd, compare it to blues

[Holy Smokes]Get this one official stamp, boost the ampIncrease ya camp, by chance you might enhance or learn to danceI rock with the champion image from start to finishCompress Spanish, youth offenders, slice of your dinnersBrain chemist' cross gimmicks and mimicksWhatever stick they sent us, it's up top criminal trial'Fore your mind is blind, create my rhymes in brailHop, skip, jump bail, and off with tailHot stairs in the suburbs, wise wordsAnyone can get it like his or hersWhy you sippin' on sys-urp, hittin' Brooklyn curbEvidence scattered in Pitsburgh for six birds

[Hook x2: Hell Razah & 60 Second Assassin]Say what you wanna, your s***s a gonerSmokin' marijauna, drinkin' the spring water

Bagged me a dollar, turned out to be a quarterNext time you step in, make sure you steppin' on her

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[Hell Razah]You better step your game up, Sunz draw quicker than a paint brushY'all got 16's that ain't bustSome I float got bodies on itGot killers that's paid, wanna pay me to copy off itGet my mic rock inside your officeYou'se an industry talker, I'm in the streetsDeath to infinity, we gonna make sure y'all respect our vicinityIn this Matrix, my bitches is trinityGet popped in the back of your head like John KennedyBorn in the seventies, mind be where the Heavens beMy body in Hell, where the wicked beI inhale mistakes and breathe out victory (Nah)I don't deal with no witchcraft or trickery (uh-huh, uh-huh)No man, no idles, no mysteries

[Snuggle Up]I save a thousand dollars a day, 7 times 4 times 12Yo I'm eatin' and I don't touch nothin'I go to college, learn a trade to get paid, now who's frontin'?Bitches fuck me cuz they see clear, knowin' that in two years70 thousand dollars if I go that routeBut the most they can get is dick and they outI keep this rap shit on the low cuz I already knew where the dough wasSo make sure you nice so you can raise the priceAll this before a deal, oh what a way to come in!If this is Different Strokes I'm Phil Drummond